The Conveyer Belt

The Convey Belt

who were those people
i collected
on the conveyor belt
like luggage at the airport
their tags
and their names alien to me
i propped them up
just as i guess,
they did to me
but all we did is wear chains
if i had the space
i would reel off all their names
still i served a purpose
i serviced their blame
and they played,
all my selfish games
i guess the paintings change
if not the landscape
at least the frame
who were those people



James Garratt – November 2009